Luyện nghe bài hát Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones is not and bones
In fact, remarkably fat
He doesn't pubs, he has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James cat!
the cat we all greet as we walk down the street
In his coat of black
No common-place mousers have such cut trousers
Or an impeccable back

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of is
The name of this of cats
And we're all of us proud to be or bowed to
By Jones in white spats

My visits are occasional to the senior
And it is the rules
For any one cat to belong both to
And the Joint Superior
For a reason, when game is in season
I'm found, not at Fox's, but
I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and
Which is for winkles and shrimps

In the of venison I give my Benison
To the succulent bones
And just before noon's not a too soon
To drop in for a drink at the
When I'm seen in a hurry there's curry
At the or at the Glutton
When I look full of gloom then I've at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and

In the of St. James's the smartest of names is
The of this Brummell of cats
And all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher in white spats

So much in way passes Bustopher's day
At one club or another he's
It can be no that under our eyes
He has grown unmistakably

He's a pounder

Or I am a

And he's on weight every day

But I'm so well because I've observed
All my life a and I'd say
I am still in my prime, I shall out my time

That's the word from this stoutest of

It must and it shall be in Pall Mall
While Jones wears white
Jones wears white
Bustopher wears white spats!